The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 28 A little plan

In order to prevent the tauren from discovering the scent of humans and horses in advance, King Ma, who was leading his tribe, grabbed the fresh fish and rubbed it on himself in disgust.

Although the method proposed by Attilan was a little disgusting, King Ma knew it was really effective after smelling the pungent fish smell. He subconsciously wanted to ask if there were any other ways to cover up the smell.

Then he saw the murloc being under the command of Attilan, mixing water and soil to make mud and smearing it on his body.

The horse king ran over and asked:

"Is this also to cover up the smell?"

"Yes, the reason why I brought these two hundred kilograms of fresh fish is because of their fishy smell! Use the fishy smell to cover up the smell of you people and horses, and use mud to cover up the fishy smell of the fishmen."

"The source of the fishy smell will only be fresh fish and murlocs. There are more murlocs. As long as there are not hundreds of murlocs fighting together, the tauren will not be afraid."

"But you men and horses are different. The smell of more than ten men and horses must have alerted them, which is not conducive to our rescue operations."

At this time, the satyrs and tigers finally arrived. Looking at the satyrs with sweat on their foreheads, Attilan smiled and pointed to the mire.

"Please, my trickster, your scent must have been remembered by the tauren. Cover it with mud so that you can smoothly sneak into the tauren camp and rescue the apprentice."

The satyr walked towards the quagmire helplessly, resolutely, and as if to die. Halfway there, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the tiger man and said:

"Tiel also wants to sneak in with me, does he have to wipe it off too?"

The tiger man glanced at the quagmire with disgust, raised his head proudly and said:

"No need, monks have their own techniques for eliminating aura, so there is no need for such low-end techniques."

After that, the tiger-man formed a Zen seal, and her breath instantly blended with the surrounding environment. If you didn't look at it with your eyes, you would only subconsciously think that the place where the tiger-man was standing was a tree.

Attilan didn't expect that the tigress would make such great progress after he vomited blood after being angry with him last time. It seemed that he had to practice harder.

When everything was ready, Attilan first flew to the high sky. The barbarian fishman and ten bone fishmen pushed the cart and staggered towards the tauren camp.

From time to time, some lake water full of fishy smell would be sprinkled on the ground from the barrel, making the entire road start to be filled with fishy smell, making it easier for the remaining fishmen and horses to sneak closer to the tauren camp.

They moved forward slowly in order to delay the satyrs and tiger-men.

Seeing more than a dozen murlocs approaching the camp with tattered weapons, the two tauren who were assigned to guard the gate laughed.

"Look at these fishmen, they are trying to scare us with these rags. I doubt they can even pierce my skin."

"Stop laughing, go and report to the chief, the fishman has sent fish over."

The murloc barbarian parked the cart not far in front of the camp gate and asked all the murlocs to put up their weapons. According to the instructions, they should pretend to be panicked, but the murloc workers were really panicked.

Most of them do not have professional levels and can only be regarded as level 0 warriors. The murlocs who have warrior professional levels have all obtained new weapons made by Iron Spear Head.

There were some murlocs among the workers who, because they were envious of the iron spear, trained hard and successfully became level 1 warriors. However, level 1 murloc warriors were nothing compared to the 2.2-meter-tall tauren.

If the opponent hits him with a stick, the fishman may have his muscles and bones broken, and he will fall to the ground and die.

The panic on their faces was genuine.

The only one who is calm is the fishman barbarian, although he has a high probability of defeating the tauren guarding the gate. These tauren guarding the gate are assigned to guard the gate because they are the shortest, which means that they are the weakest.

Ethnic groups with insufficient intelligence always like to divide status according to size.

Like the tauren chief, his height of 3.5 meters is as terrifying to the fishmen as a demon.

When he walked out of the camp with white air puffing out of his nostrils, his bell-like eyes glared at the murlocs fiercely.

"Listen up, pathetic fishman, you have to send so many fresh fish every month from now on, otherwise we will chase your tribe and beat everyone in your tribe to death with the totem poles in our hands!"

"Understand?"

<divclass="contentadv"> The murloc barbarian gritted his teeth and looked at the tauren chief. Only now did he understand why the other party asked for fresh fish in exchange for hostages, because the tauren wanted to conquer them and become slaves!

"Want to make us your slaves, dream!"

Facing the unruly fishman barbarians, the tauren chief grinned with a ferocious smile and stamped his feet suddenly, causing the ground to tremble like a small earthquake.

"If we are in the water, I can't do anything to you fish-men, but when we get to the shore, can you fish-men escape?"

At that moment, an angry and panicked roar came from the tauren camp.

"Oops, the fishman escaped!"

The Tauren chief's expression changed.

"idiot!"

Sure enough, the fishmen at the door turned around and ran away when they heard the shouts, but they did not forget the fresh fish they brought. In the panic, the cart became unstable, and the wooden barrels filled with fresh fish fell from the cart. The fresh fish and the smelly fish fell from the cart. Water spread all over the ground.

"Chasing, we can't let these fishmen escape!"

With the tauren chief's roar, all the tauren in the camp, both men and women, came out in full force. What made them take action was not the chief's instructions, but the lively fresh fish on the ground.

Except for a few tauren who knew how to follow the chief, the other stupid tauren leaned over and grabbed the fresh fish and started to bite them, enjoying the sweetness of the fish meat.

Seeing that the tauren were catching up, the fishman barbarians threw the wooden barrels containing fresh fish on both sides of the road. The other fishmen grabbed the wooden barrels filled with slime and poured the slime on the dirt road.

After the minotaur stepped on them, some people fell down because they couldn't adapt to the suddenly slippery road. The smelly mucus all over their bodies made them furious. They climbed up using their hands and feet, and fell down again after running a few steps.

The amount of slime is limited, and the last barrier is the cart.

But the cart didn't even hold up for two seconds. The minotaur chief waved the totem pole and smashed the cart into pieces. At this time, he keenly felt that something was wrong. When he looked back, there were only a few tauren following him.

Most people were eating fish despite his instructions, and even fought over it.

After all, they are a race with an intelligence of only 7, and a little trick will make them fall into disarray.

The race's unique cunning nature made the tauren worry about catching up with them. Others stayed behind to steal the fish, and they even stopped to eat it themselves.

It's just some fishmen anyway, so the chief must be fine.

Up in the sky, Attilan didn't expect that his strategy was so effective. He originally thought that only a few minotaurs could be left behind from the fresh fish, but he didn't expect that nearly twenty were left behind, as well as seven seven trapped in mucus. Eight tauren.

Only the real elite tauren chased after them.

As ordered in advance, the fishman barbarian started talking trash.

"Big stupid cow, your cow's hooves can only run so fast? Aren't you going to beat me into meat cakes and eat me? Why don't you chase me? I think it's better to cut off your cow's hooves and roast them. Hahaha~"

Sure enough, the tauren chief's eyes immediately turned red, and he roared and rushed towards the fish-man barbarian.

After chasing for dozens of meters, a series of arrows were shot at the Tauren Chief. Even though he tried hard to swing the totem pole, he was still hit in the arm and chest by several arrows, and the most deadly arrow was undoubtedly shot in his knee. His legs were stuck and he couldn't move freely.

Such a sharp shot can only be made by the King of Horses!

"Despicable! Come and fight me if you dare!"

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